🌈 Relived my childhood playing Donkey Kong in Sorrento. Got thumb cramps.
🌈 Went to New Zealand. Got scared while driving up a mountain. Got scared on a chair lift. Got scared on a gondola. Got scared on the plane.
🌈 Appreciated having my feet on the ground.
🌈 Had my tea leaves read. Was told I would have twins. Was happy about it.
🌈 Moved out.
🌈 Had many Summer Fridays.
🌈 Accidentally got drunk on gin smoothies. My boyfriend was mad.
🌈 Drove way less. Walked way more.
🌈 Hung out with friends at work instead of doing work.
🌈 Danced in my Converse at a wedding. Sweated half my body weight.
🌈 Loved my friends.
🌈 Cried my eyeballs out in the ocean after finishing a book.
🌈 Bought a couch. Sat on couch. Was so happy with couch.
🌈 Befriended a 20 year old. Introduced her to my mum.
🌈 Learnt what it was like to do house cleaning on the weekends. And what paying rent felt like.
🌈 Missed my dad so much.
🌈 A fly flew up my nose and got stuck there for a month. Sneezed him out in pieces over the course of that month.
🌈 Took photos of dead fly body parts.
🌈 Enjoyed my morning coffee.
🌈 Had a surfing lesson. Peed in my wet suit, felt it move up my body, it kept me warm.
🌈 Laughed so much. Inhaled seawater.
🌈 Had a girl gang weekend in Lorne. Embraced topless sun-baking in Australia.
🌈 Watched close friends have babies. Held babies. Cried.
🌈 Went to Ikea too many times.
🌈 Joint a gym for the first time in my life. Was proud of my friend.
🌈 Was in a car accident. My fear of freeways was proven worthy.
🌈 Stuck stickers on every pole I passed on my morning walk.
🌈 Was happy about a door.
🌈 Was happy about Fluff. Proud, too.
🌈 Was sad about Fluff at times. Had feelings.
🌈 Had many dinner parties. Enjoyed having my own kitchen. Loved cooking.
🌈 Ate pies at the footy. Was genuinely sad we didn’t win the grand final.
🌈 Made friends with wine makers. Couldn’t be happier about it.
🌈 Discovered Vegemite bagel chips. Ate them in bed hungover.
🌈 Went to a lake house. Span on a wizzy dizzy in a kids park. Felt high.
🌈 Discovered a farmers market down the street. I’m now addicted to crumpets.
🌈 Made new friends. Can’t remember losing any old ones.
🌈 Sat on a friend’s floor in front of the fireplace for hours, patting her dog.
🌈 Felt happy and unhappy and nothing at the same time. And at seperate times.
🌈 Felt really really sad.
🌈 Got given a block of gold. Was asked a question.
🌈 Got drunk for breakfast.
🌈 Wanted to buy a house. Missed out on it.
🌈 Burnt a rainbow candle.
🌈 Helped paint a painting. Realised how nice it felt.
🌈 Empathised.
🌈 Had a house party.
🌈 Bought big-girl undies.
🌈 Spent ages watching people get their makeup done.
🌈 Slept at my mums house a lot. I love her.
🌈 Went to Sydney and put fake tan on.
🌈 Ate so much pasta.
🌈 Took lots of photos of Vinnie pooing.
🌈 Bought books that I didn’t read.
🌈 Added a potato danish to my morning coffee order.
🌈 Was really happy for my sister.
🌈 Was really happy that my brother got engaged.
🌈 Was really happy that my family was getting bigger, especially after it had gotten smaller.
🌈 Forgot that I left my car in another suburb for a week, until I needed to drive it. Too many times.
🌈 Spent money on sheets and furniture and stupid things that I didn’t want to spend money on.
🌈 Let my boyfriend pay my bills.
🌈 Did my grocery shopping out of my mum’s fridge.
🌈 Got countless songs stuck my head, thanks Shelby.
🌈 Cried secretly a lot.
🌈 Read some books.
🌈 Didn’t shop much. Was happy about that.
🌈 Got my boots fixed.
🌈 Questioned my life.
🌈 Went to a funeral.
🌈 Went to a lawyers office.
🌈 Hibernated.
🌈 Dreaded New Years Eve.
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